Jose Guapo - Streets Need Us (Outro) lyrics

[Hook: Takeoff] They call us young rich n***as, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer They try to take us from the streets, the streets they need us [Bridge: Takeoff & Jose Guapo ] They bust my trap one more time, moving my trap to Geneva Face card A1 no steak sauce, no pa**port need no Visa We f** up Neiman Marcus then we spend a stack on sneakers Shoot him in his face, he gonna' wish that he had Jesus [Verse 1: Quavo] They looking at me cause' they never seen money Pull up in a Beamer with a onion All Benjamins, blue hundreds Came off the porch, I was wrapping mummies Al Capone, meet the Tommy Safe house, cross the country Bugs Bunny got the bando jumping Straight out the jungle Giuseppe Jumanji [Verse 2: Jose Guapo] Hop out the water, and dressing in lake I'm talking in numbers, I ain't here for conversation Put some ice on my neck and put some ice on my Bezel Hop out the whip with the mask like I'm Jason I walk where I want with the strap on my hip I got the molly sack I'm in when I dip I serve you some gas call that a Quick Trip Hit a bag for a show n***a that's a quick flip [Verse 3: Tray1] Tray 1 got a bankroll I'm cooking up crack rock ca**erole I got your unc in the finger fold He went from hustling to smoking blows Now that sh** be a damn shame I got a hit blame it on Cocaine Cocaine cla**es, coming out the rap I swear to God Tray1 ain't just rapping [Verse 4: Migo Domingo] Yeah Migo go get him f** the club up, f** everybody with him Too many bullets came missin' I got a extra 30 shots in my Balmain denims Whole team got racks We a solid foundation, we just leave you with the sacks Backwoods ain't fat And that's a cut pint, n***a that's a motherf**ing fact [Verse 5: Migo Jerz] Migo Jerz And I'm still on the curb Imma take his a** if you give me the word Take poured up so my words real slurred If you want a .5 then you ain't getting served YRN on my neck for life North side OG been earned my stripes f** with the Migos, you gone' pay the price I'm in the trap with a Backwood shooting dice [Verse 6: Johnny Cinco] [?] Sipping on lean but I'm gripping the Rifa Young n***a I got more stripes than Adidas Smile like a cheetah I'm at the stables she work at the [?] Running 10k for a Visa f** her I leave her I'm a rich n***a, I pull up in creature Young n***a ball like a preacher [Verse 7: YRN Lingo] Young n***a stay with the strap f** up my check, I'm a get it right back My n***as so crazy and that is a fact b**hes want to hate me because of the fame I never would trust them because they the same Creeping through the night like Bruce Wayne My money in my pocket gone' stay the same [Verse 8: Skippa da Flippa] Skippa da Flippa's the k**er The trap always gone' need me, I am the best dealer I drop back a lil' one, I bet you gone' feel her Dab on a n***a, whole n***a in a chinchilla Old school McGrady, I stay with the Rocket I got the cannon, make you pop, lock, and drop it You talk about blue hundreds, that is my topic You sipping karo need to stop [Hook: Takeoff] They call us young rich n***as, for a reason They told me leave the bando, it ain't that easy Hot boy, but my j**elry out the freezer They try to take us away from the streets, the streets they need us